Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 98021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
"This dresser?"
"Yeah. I can grab it if you want, but I don't want to wait."
I know what he's going to ask, but I don't know what to say. So I find the nearest thing. "You're naked."
"Yeah."
"Playing to your strengths."
"Always." He doesn't take the bait. He smiles, that charming, confident Liam. Then his eyes meet mine, and he's nervous. "You know what I'm asking."
Fuck, he's really—
"If you're not ready, I get it. But I want you here. Every morning. Every night. Every fucking day."
"It's early."
"I know."
"What if I annoy you, leaving my tea everywhere?"
"You do that already."
"Or you annoy me?"
"I do that already."
Right. He's very annoying.
But I—
He—
Fuck.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"I'd marry you right now."
"Right now?"
"Right now."
"Because I'm naked?"
"Because I love you."
"And I'm naked."
"Doesn't hurt." He cups my cheek. "But it's a lot more than that."
"I'm not ready."
"I know."
"Not for that." I can say the word. "Not for marriage."
"I know. I'm not asking. I want you here every day. I want this to be our place. I want this to be our life." He runs his thumb over my temple. "If you're not ready, that's okay."
"No. I want to."
"Are you sure?"
"No. I'll never be sure, but I—"
"I love you too," he says.
"I didn't say it first."
"You thought it."
"I did. I do love you."
"And you're going to move in?"
I take a deep breath. "Yeah. I am."
He presses his lips to mine. "You're my roomie now."
"Not your… girlfriend?"
His eyes light up. "You're ready to say it?"
"Sometimes."
He nods. "Yeah. My girlfriend."
"Is that how you think of me?"
"Yeah, but it's more than that. You're witty, gorgeous, sexy as fuck. And with your company expanding, you're the queen of New York."
"What does that make you?"
"The luckiest guy in the entire fucking world."